"Benjamin. You know I love you, but you sir, can not, and will not, be an absolute whore, on my watch, said my daughter, Kris.
She saw fit to talk to me as if I was one of her friends, and though I love her more than myself, I had to set her straight:
"Not another second past your 38 years of living will you call me Benjamin."
We both laughed while sitting in my pickup truck enjoying lunch, a part of our weekly ritual of every Wednesday of us meeting during her lunch break. For the past seven years, we would feast while blowing off steam, and bonding, but for me this was extra time for to see my "little girl" as she always brought out the joy in me. 12 years before she added to that joy by having Bella, a freckle faced, brown haired athlete whom I call "my ray of sunshine," and is often a topic during our lunch breaks.
"Bella has softball in a couple weeks," Kris told me.
"Its on my calendar," I rebuttaled. "But back to this talk of being a whore."
"If you're gonna be talking to different dudes, then let me gauge them first," she told me.
We were gnawing on brisket subs while people watching, and I'd spot plenty of eye candy passing the nose of my truck.
"You think he's single," I'd ask each time a cute guy would pass.
She respected me being gay, but didn't know the intricacies of me being a self-prescribed freak. She couldn't know how much I loved sucking cock and being reciprocated on, and on occasion feeding this cock to some willing bear ass, or fellow "daddy."
"Ramsey is single. He just divorced his wife and is smiling more these days," she said of a darker skinned, short chub that walked past us.
Kris, an accountant in Austin and all her coworkers donned professional attire, wearing a suit jacket, skirt and heels like most women, and all, if not most guys wore full on suits. Ramsey, the short, darker guy perhaps of Indian descent, wore his suit well, and I'd watch him walk away, seeing he had an ass that bounced in his well fitted uniform.
"How old is this Ramsey," I asked her.
"35, I think. He's got two kids, and the ex-wife actually works here. Rumor has it she left him after a threesome," Kris added.
I smirked as my eyes focused on buddy while he walked away to his car. Kris rambled and I listened, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Ramsey as he sat in his car for a moment.
"Dad? Dad, snap out of it, look," Kris said as she broke my focus and showed me freshly shared school photos of Bella.
"That's great baby," I told her as Ramsey got out of the car, and was coming our way. "Stop him, honey. Stop him."
I might've been a bad grandpa not to acknowledge my sunshine, for I was a lustful daddy at the moment.
"Hey Ram, c'mere," Kris yelled as she rolled down the window.
He stopped in his tracks, then looked our way, and had the brightest smile before walking over. She purposely struck conversation with him as a way for me to vet him.
"This is Ben, my father," she said. "Dad, meet Ramsey."
He walked over to my side to shake my hand, and gave me a whiff of his sophisticated fragrance while I got a better view of him. He had bouncy, shiny black hair with a slight streak of gray, brown, unassuming eyes, a gorgeous smile, and a sexy Indian accent as if he just made it to the U.S.
"The girl tells me you're single," I asked while checking him out.
He blushed.
"I am, but I've got to go, I'm about to BE late for a meeting, Krissy," he said before waving and running off.
I looked at the back of that suit to see that juicy ass bouncing in its trousers, and all I could think about was pulling it down, and seeing it bare.
"He likes guys," I told Kris. "Annnnnd, he's nervous. I want him."
"Dad?! Noooooo," she yelled before she grabbed my right arm."
"Honey, mark my words, I want him," I told her.
She laughed, and chided me for being such an "old freak."
"He shouldn't have come over. You saw the way he looked at me, and how he smiled," I told her.
"Dad, I've gotta go. Call me later, and maybe the three of us can have dinner later, or this weekend coming up."
She gave me a smooch on the cheek, and ran inside, and I'd start the truck, then purposely drove in her direction to the front entrance where Ramsey was standing. He turned and went out of his way to wave to me, and all I could think about was scoring with the young buck, and seeing what he had to offer.
I'd drive home and once I stopped, I'd message Kris:
"Give that cute, brown guy my number," I told her.
I didn't have anything to lose messing with this young, bubble butt as he came to me too easily. His reaction was all the indication I needed of him leaving his wife for cock, and I simply wanted to reward him for his choice. I made it home, and climbed out of my pickup to spot Tim across the street, shirtless, and washing down his vehicles.
"What's up retiree," he yelled as I walked over to him. "Where you just coming from?"
"Had lunch with the daughter," I told him.
"Yeah? Can I have lunch on you," he asked as his horns were showing.
